Chapter 2298 The Sorrow of the Village

Roam around the Gunslinger Research Base.

Kellan is carefully collecting revolver design drawings.

I leaned on the cold mechanical arm and watched her do all this.

Most of the revolver design drawings here are well preserved, and there are a large number of them. Currently, there are four large piles, and each pile is less than one meter high.

I'm a little worried about how she's going to bring these things back.

Speaking of which, the four large stacks of drawings were not heavy, but due to the lack of suitable packing equipment, if there were strong winds on the way, heavy losses would surely occur.

I saw that Kailan was still searching for the drawings non-stop, but had not made the slightest preparation to pack them up and take them away, so I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After enduring it for a while, I still couldn't hold it in anymore. I stood up and started looking for a box or a rope.

What disappoints me is that in such a huge research base, there is not even an extra rope or a box for storing things.

"What should I do?" I asked myself muffledly.

"Please help me," Odachi replied.

"Who can I ask for help?" I asked again, "Simmons Locke?"

"Silly, isn't that old man Bai Jingyu still waiting outside?"

Hey, look at my memory, I actually forgot about this old man.

He quickly ran out of the base and jogged all the way back to the tent. He opened the door curtain and found Bai Jingyu warming himself inside the tent.

I saw the old man leaning comfortably on the soft cushion, raising his hand contentedly, and shaking it in front of a stone that exuded soft warmth. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was about to sleep, and his lips were slightly squirming. Blow out a melodious whistle.

When he saw me coming in, he stopped whistling, raised his eyelids, and asked, "What's the matter, sir?"

I got straight to the point: "I need to trouble you to go back to the village."

"Go back to the village?" He asked in confusion: "What to do?"

"Help me find some ropes and some boxes. Oh, by the way, if there are no boxes, sacks will do."

Bai Jingyu's expression changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "What are you going to do?"

Glancing at his nervous expression, I smiled and explained: "Pack something."

"Dare I ask...what is it?" His voice became trembling more and more, and his hands began to shake unconsciously.

"Books," I confessed, "I just found a lot of books at my destination. My fiancée is very used to them, so she wanted to pack them up and take them away."

"Books." The old man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "Why don't you contact His Majesty? He can even send a transportation team to assist you."

I had a bitter look on my face, wondering why: "Isn't it a little bit troublesome for Your Majesty to bother you with even such a trivial matter?"

Bai Jingyu said "Oh", slapped his forehead, and said: "What your Excellency said is absolutely true. If you can spare Your Majesty's troubles, it's better not to bother Your Majesty."

"Then there's Mr. Lao," I said with a bow.

"Easy to say, easy to say." Bai Jingyu stood up slowly, put on his clothes, looked at the hot ore with some nostalgia, sighed softly, and got out of the tent.

This time again and again, another hour passes.

Bai Jingyu lived up to my expectations and brought back many sacks and several large bundles of rope.

"That's all I've found."

Hearing his slightly melancholy tone, I was quite puzzled and said, "Sir, you seem to have something serious on your mind. You might as well talk about it."

A strange color flashed across Bai Jingyu's face. He thought for a long time and said slowly: "I'm just a little sentimental."

He was vague in his words. Although he mentioned the source of his melancholy, it was not the real reason for his melancholy.

After thinking about what he said several times and thinking about the causes and consequences, I suddenly realized that I couldn't help but sigh softly and said: "Sir, this is not your fault, but the world's greed and blindness by desire, which caused this A fatal disaster."

"But those kids"

"I know you are feeling sad for those children who stayed behind in the villages. They lost their parents, their brothers, their families, their livelihood, and became homeless orphans."

Having said this, I stopped, looked at Bai Jingyu, whose face became increasingly serious, and said slowly: "But didn't I ask the patrol team to go to the village? Didn't they take away the young children and old people who were left behind in the village? "

Bai Jingyu's face turned even darker, almost as black as ink. He shook his head heavily and slowly.

"So that's it." I thought for a while and then said, "That's okay. After we finish the work, we will go back to the village together and bring the orphans and elderly people left behind in the village with us, and ask your Majesty to help with their resettlement."

Bai Jingyu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you worried that those children will seek revenge from you when they grow up?"

"Don't worry," I said with a smile, "If they have the ability, just come. I'm always waiting for you and will definitely treat them as real opponents."

"Can this be regarded as an honor?" Bai Jingyu asked.

"Yes, it is an honor that belongs to adventurers."

The old man suddenly started sobbing, and tears fell like rain, and he couldn't stop them.

Seeing him so sad, my heart trembled, and I finally understood the real reason for his ugly face.

Those children and old people who were left behind in the village were probably killed.

After a long silence, I asked in a low voice: "How is the village?"

"They're all dead," the old man said sadly, wiping his tears. "They're all dead. When I got there, the patrol members were piling the bodies together and preparing to burn them with fire."

I don’t know why, after hearing Bai Jingyu’s description, I became upset and angry. Several times I wanted to look up to the sky and roar, or use my fists to smash the boulders on the mountain, or use a knife to cut the hard and cold rocks. The ground was chopped to pieces.

But until the end, I didn't do it.

Everyone is dead, no matter how angry, sad or crazy, what's the use?

It will only make you appear more childish, make others laugh, and cause trouble for your family.

Regarding this matter, I also have no right to punish the patrol team. They just went to the village in accordance with my request. As for what they did and how they did it, they all have their own set of codes of conduct. I only blame me for not thinking carefully. , not explaining clearly in advance will lead to all this.

No matter how many words of comfort you say, it's useless. It's better to let the old man grieve alone, maybe the effect will be more outstanding.

Back at base, Kellan was a little dissatisfied that I only found sacks.

Those design drawings have been regarded as treasures by her. Let alone sacks, even ordinary wooden boxes may not meet her standards.

I frowned and stuffed a stack of drawings into the sack in front of her.

Kailan pouted and complained a few words in a low voice, but he didn't show any temper.

Seeing me filling a sack and fixing the seal with a rope, she reluctantly followed my example and packed the drawings.

While pretending, she asked me: "Where did you find the sack and rope?"

"Village."

"Oh, by the way, that simple village." Kailan said with a smile: "When we go back later, we will rest in the village. Let me tell you, I am exhausted."

"I'm afraid it won't work anymore." I shook my head and said bitterly, "That village is probably gone."